What to do when your boyfriend stops holding hands with you

What to do when your boyfriend stops holding hands with you

Yesterday as I walked down the cobbled street in San Cristobal, I realised that BGC wasn’t reaching out to hold my hand like he normally does.

Instead of just grabbing his hand, I let mine hang limply as Nev set to work figuring out the situation.

BGC is a hand holding pro, so it’s very rare for us to walk side by side without holding hands.

My left hand felt heavier somehow. Out of place. Pissed off.

“This is it” Neville whispered. “We haven’t even reached 2 years and the romance is dead.”

If you’re new round here, Nev is my mind.

“All good things come to an end”

Nev mused. “Yes”, he agreed with himself, “magic can’t last forever. What – did you expect him to be madly in love with you forever, Andrea? You fool.”

I strode ahead, cold walls of “fuck you” assembling themselves around me with every independent stride.

BGC reached for my hand a bit further down the street, but I was too busy overanalysing to care. I wrenched my hand away at the first opportunity.

I considered what it would be like to be single again.

I paused to dwell on the dread of starting Tinder back up again.

I wondered if I’d need to move countries again.

I pondered about selling all my furniture again and becoming a full time digital nomad.

10 minutes later BGC caught up to me, striding ahead violently. “I’m not feeling too well”, he mumbled.

Oh.

F-ing Nev!

A lesson from my mind to yours: Don’t trust your Nev. He’s almost always wrong. And even when he’s right,

he’s still not helpful.

 

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G'day, I'm Andrea

I'm a mindfulness facilitator and former cynical pessimist.

I used to be an awkward, pessimistic, overachiever.

Life looked good on the outside, but on the inside things were average.

I was indecisive, I didn't know what to do with my life, I self-sabotaged the hell out of my relationships.

I had a feeling I was going to keep f-ing things up for myself unless something radical changed.

The life handbrake-turn that followed over the next few years came as the result of learning what I now teach in my unconventional mind-taming program for indecisive overachievers - Bloody Good Life. Just practical, relatable techniques without any rainbow and butterfly jibber jabber.